another look at him from under the
fringe of her long lashes. He was so nice and considerate--and good
looking--he was undeniably this last. It would be a pity! And she had
already determined that Tom should invite him to Belle Plain. She didn't
mind if he was a river-man--they could be friends, for clearly he was
such an exception. Tom should be cordial to him. Betty stared before
her, intently watching the river. As she looked, suddenly pale points of
light appeared on a distant headland.

"Is that New Madrid?--Oh, is it, Mr. Carrington?"' she cried eagerly.

"I reckon so," but he did not alter his position.

"But you're not looking!"

"Yes, I am--I'm looking at you. I reckon you'll think me crazy, Miss
Malroy-presumptuous and all that but I wish Memphis could be wiped off
the map and that we could go on like this for ever!--no, not like this
but together--you and I," he took a deep breath. Betty drew a little
farther away, and looked at him reproachfully; and then she turned to
the dancing lights far down the river. Finally she said slowly:

"I thought you were--different."

"I'm not," and Carrington's hand covered hers.

"Oh--you mustn't kiss my hand like that--"

"Dear--I'm just a man--and you didn't expect, did you, that I could see
you this way day after day and not come to love you?" He rested his arm
across the back of her chair and leaned toward her.

"No--no--" and Betty moved still farther away.

"Give me a chance to win your love, Betty!"

"You mustn't talk so--I am nothing to you--"

"Yes, you are. You're everything to me," said Carrington doggedly.

"I'm not--I won't be!" and Betty stamped her foot.

"You can't help it. I love you and that's all there is about it. I
know I'm a fool to tell you now, Betty, but years wouldn't make any
difference in my feeling; and I can't have you go, and perhaps never
see you again, if I can help it. Betty--give me a chance--you don't hate
me--"

"But I do--yes, I do--indeed--"

"I know you don't. Let me see you again and do what I can to make you
care for me!" he implored. But he had a very indignant little aristocrat
to deal with. She was angry with him, and angry with herself that in
spite of herself his words moved her. She wouldn't have it so! Why,
he wasn't even of her class--her kind! "Betty, you don't mean--" he
faltered.

"I mean--I am extremely annoyed. I mean just what I say." Betty regarded
him with wrathful blue eyes. It proved too much f